Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“I love your ideas,” he said as I dropped his hand once in his room.
“You don’t even know what I’m about to propose,” I teased, and he laughed.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Anything with you is amazing.”
“Anything?” I said, reaching into my bag. I drew out a small, silk blindfold, and handed it to him.
His eyes flared, darting from it and back up to me.
I stood there, vulnerable, nervous, my heart racing. I may as well have been naked.
“Delaney.” He sighed my name, emotion coloring his tone. “Are you sure?”
I stepped toward him, my hands folding his fingers around the blindfold. “I know I’m not the easiest to deal with,” I said. “I’ve got scars that run so deep sometimes I can’t see around them. But when I’m with you…I feel strong. Powerful. Like I might be able to heal those cut up pieces of myself. And I trust you completely, Logan.” The words left my lips in a rush, the euphoria in their truth shaking me to the core. “You need to know that. Feel it. And I want to give it to you.”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and then his hands were on me, raking over my body, hauling me to him as he crushed his mouth over mine. He tilted my head, taking my mouth at a deeper angle, claiming me with deep strokes and teasing nips. I trembled in his embrace, sighed between his lips, my head spinning with the love I had for this man.
“Bed. Now,” he growled, and I obeyed, retreating until the backs of my knees hit the bed. “Clothes off.” Logan had gone full caveman, and it did things to my body.
I slowly, deliberately peeled off my clothes, my skin humming from the sight of him watching me with barely held restraint. He jerked his head toward the bed once I was bare to him, and I hopped on there like a puppet on a string.
He rid himself of his clothes in a blink, and then he was there, planting gentle kisses up my legs, over my tummy, until he’d reached my mouth.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, and a tremor rolled through my body as I obeyed.
His fingers were gentle as he took one of my hands and lifted it over my head, securing it to the bed with one of the ties he’d left there. He repeated the motion with the other, and it was a struggle to keep my eyes closed, to not open them for want of seeing his face. But I didn’t have to struggle for long, because he slipped the blindfold in place, the sensation raising chills along my body.
Complete darkness.
My wrists secured, the resistance making my toes curl.
Nothing but sound and touch and taste.
Logan barely moved, but I could hear his ragged breath, feel it warm against my bare flesh. I licked my lips, hungry for his kiss, my mind whirling with wonder.
I gasped when I felt the warmth of his mouth between my thighs, the surprise sending my already pounding heart into overdrive.
And then he flicked his tongue, and I lost all sense of thought.
Everything narrowed to the feel of his tongue against my heat, the jolts of shock as he pulled away to plant a kiss to my thigh, only to dive back in and lap at me, work me into a frenzy and disappear again. I arched, seeking his touch, but without sight, without my hands, I had no clue where he was or what he’d do next. The sense of non-awareness sent my head whirling with anticipation and need, a thrill thrumming in my blood at the complete control he possessed.
And me, totally, utterly his for the taking.
Not one hesitation.
Or fear.
I loved this man.
And I knew he loved me. Knew it in my blood that sang in his presence, at his touch.
Logan playfully pinched my nipple while diving back between my thighs, his tongue fucking me as I arched against him, desperate for the pressure he withheld.
“Logan!” I gasped as he sucked that tight bundle of nerves into his mouth, locking my hips to the bed with one arm. Feasting on me until my mind splintered. Until I whimpered and tugged against the bonds around my wrists. “Fuck!” I hissed as I came around his mouth, as I shattered completely, my back falling limp against the bed as I desperately tried to catch my breath.
I heard him lick his lips, heard that soft laugh of his, felt it along my skin as he shifted on the bed until he was situated between my thighs. He teased my breasts with his lips, flicking his tongue over a peaked nipple, only to gently bite it.
I moaned, writhing underneath his weight, needing more of him.
So, so much more.
He nudged my entrance, the hard heat of him sending volts of electricity across my already over sensitive flesh.